Not a real love story

I dream about boy butts, and so does my friend so I don’t feel so weird about it. Actually it isn't that weird it is rather normal but of course society has to make human body parts “awkward” and “gross” to talk about. Who cares though this is a new world especially if you are relating it to the world a hundred years ago when showing an ankle was unacceptable. But anyways it’s not anyone’s in particular so don’t get too worked up. As I’m passing in the hallways I see my friend and she tells me she has a boyfriend, well not a real boyfriend just someone to talk to that she met at this skating rink the other day. They “slow skated” to a love song and the romance blossomed from there. I think about how it must be to slow skate with a guy, that fake love moment you guys have when your eyes meet and it’s just you and that person. I think about it until the end of the day, until I am just about to get into my car and BAM there he is, his car parked next to mine. I can feel his eyes bearing into my black and white striped shirt. He says “Hey I didn't know you parked here.” (I park there every single flipping day), is what I wanted to say but instead it was more like “Only on Tuesdays.” Which was me being sarcastic and happily he caught that and laughed. What could that possibly mean, is he somehow now interested in me? And If so then why, like I am cute but still why. When I got in my car to leave, he let me go first probably so he could judge my driving skills and see if I was a possible candidate for a girlfriend. I notice whenever I am driving that he is following me, or we just go the same direction to get home. I think about what it would be like to be with him, to hold his hand. Then I snap out of it and realize that what I am doing is bad karma, and I hate myself for five seconds. That night I went to bed over analyzing the whole situation, what could this whole day possibly mean, and I dream about boy butts.